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The Moon in Haiku

Art by Nicholas Wostl, on Instagram @fim_arts

A little over a week ago, I looked out my west window first thing in the morning and saw a near-full moon I knew I couldn't capture. I have neither the skills nor the gear to photograph the moon, although I've attempted it. Nearly every time I've been rewarded with a featureless white dot against a black background.

The moon is so much smaller than our minds see it. On a full moon night, extend your arm straight and hold up your pinkie. You can block out the entire disk with just that one finger.


I couldn't capture that moon in image, but I have words:


full moon looms, a pearl

low on twilight horizon

face cracked by branches


I might not have been able to make that moon a picture, but I knew someone who could. I texted the haiku to my artist brother, and he painted my moon on his wall and sent it to me to use with this post. I was amazed. It was perfect. It was my moon.


I've never felt as if I understood haiku, although I occasionally write one, or try to. I was taught oh-so-many years ago in grade school the 5-7-5 structure, and like all my classmates, I dutifully counted the syllables. 


Even now when I know that syllable count isn't carved in stone, I find myself fearful to stray from it. At what point, I wonder, is it no longer haiku? And obviously, just getting the right number of syllables doesn't make it one.


I asked two good friends, both of whom write haiku often, for their advice. Beth Howard wrote, "For me, a poem that is much longer than 17 syllables or much shorter becomes a short poem or an experimental poem." Makes sense to me. She went on to say, "There is a LOT of discussion and disagreement on these questions within the haiku world. But, there is also a lot of freedom to use the form which works best for you…"


Art Elser sent me such a lengthy response it could be a blog post in its own right, then attached two articles from the blog he used to have. (The man has a wealth of knowledge, and he doesn't mind sharing it!) His rule for himself is he doesn't use more than 17 syllables, but beyond that it varies -- sometimes a 4-6-4, sometimes uneven, sometimes with the middle line the shortest. I'll share my favorite of the examples he sent, since we both love crows:


dozens of crows

crisscross late afternoon

corvid ballet 


Beyond lines and syllables, though, he wrote, "The most basic idea of writing a haiku is that it should represent a 'haiku moment,' some brief observation or feeling that the poet observes. It could be, for instance, the observation of the waves as the tide comes in or goes out. The observation of a child and its mother dancing in a coffee shop, exuding joy and love."


I follow the Daily Meditation Podcast, and the week I saw my moon, her challenge to listeners was to "look for the miracles in ordinary life." Maybe that's what a haiku moment is -- a miracle in ordinary life. Like a dance of crows or a perfect moon.


Comments

  1. Wonderful, wonderful, Susan. I love that quote from your meditation podcast, "look for the miracles in ordinary life." That's a perfect description of the haiku moment, seeing, no matter how briefly, some miracle of ordinary life. And if you look for them, capture then in a haiku, that miracle of life is yours forever. Great painting by your brother to complement your blog too.

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    1. Thank you, Art. You were really the one who helped me realize that was what it's all about :)

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  2. All ordinary
    Miracle all moments
    All together

    Great solid introduction! poetry is hard..

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    1. Thanks! You might think poetry is hard... I think art is hard. But it all taps into our creative souls

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  3. I love this idea of "haiku moments" and how a mode can be so suited to a type of experience. Even if no words fall into place, I think it's worth striving for more of those moments for the sheer presence of them!

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    1. I love the idea, too. Talking with Art made me realize that whether I write them up or not, I need to look for haiku moments in my days and cherish them. Thanks for stopping by!

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